HOMECOMING - Part 5
by Pac - written for DTM / Amy's Conquest



Katie had to practically carry Mike to the grassy field where Jack's RV was
parked. Like several tailgates before, Jack's RV had an awning over the place
Mike would expect lawn chairs to be placed, and the grill sat off to the side
with a cooler that Mike expected to contain all kinds of meats for the grill.


Neither of his friends were outside, nor were the girls, and Mike smiled when he
noticed that, every so often, the back of the RV rocked slightly. As big as the
thing was, someone must be going at it hard to make it visibly move.


"I'm half afraid to open the door," Mike said, and decided to knock.


After a while, Helen answered the door wrapped in a blanket, with Jack looking
over her shoulder. He looked like he'd been hit by a car, and Mike fully
understood how he felt. His hair was disheveled and his eyes were tired, but he
wore a smile from ear to ear.


"Katie, can you do me a favor?" Helen asked, her face a little red. "Can you run
back and get me a new pair of pants? Mine had a little accident."


Jack had an evil glint in his eye, and Mike cast a curious eye at him. He
noticed that both of the girls were looking at each other with some sort of
subtext in their eye contact. He also noticed that they didn't look nearly as
worn out as he and Jack.


"Yeah, no problem," she said, and turned. "I'll be back in a flash."


Katie gave Mike a quick peck on the cheek and took off at a run, her big chest
bouncing and shaking from her pace.


"She's going to have to bring a change of clothes for herself if she keeps that
up," Jack quipped.


"She is pretty hard on her clothes," Helen said, and Mike noticed that Jack was
extremely close to her, and he saw the blanket Helen wore move every so often in
the area around her hips.


"You are too," he said over her shoulder.


"If I'm not careful," she said, smiling back up at him. "As if you didn't
notice."


"I didn't see a thing," Jack said, and Mike saw his hands move over her hips
again.


Mike couldn't help but smile at the exchange. He made his face neutral as they
both looked down at him.


"I'll start cooking," he said, letting them enjoy a little more private time
together. "I honestly don't know if I'm up to climbing the steps right now."


He laughed, and his friends joined in.


"You're either brave or crazy, or both," Jack said. "But you seem really happy."


"I am, Jack," Mike said, "You both seem pretty happy yourselves."


"So far, so good," Jack said, and he wrapped his arms around Helen's small
waist.


"Yeah," she agreed. "I'll let you guys talk for a while if you want."


Helen walked toward the back of the RV, and Jack climbed gingerly down the
stairs.


"You too, huh?" Mike said with a smile as Jack got to the ground.


"She's unstoppable," he said. "I haven't had a workout like that since *I* was
in college."


"Well, I think you better get back on the horse," Mike replied. "or she'll be
the death of you. I'm still hitting it fairly hard, but if Katie is any more
exuberant, they'll be planting us in the ground side by side. Speaking of
burying old men, where's Cameron?"


Jack jerked his thumb toward the back of the RV, the place Mike had seen shaking
recently. Almost on cue, the back of the RV shook visibly.


"You're kidding," Mike said. "The tall redhead he's been mooning over?"


"Yeah, and he can have her," Jack said. "Even if Cameron ends up falling in love
with her, he'll never be able to compete with her love of herself."


"She did come across as a bit self-absorbed at breakfast today," Mike agreed.
"So, do you think this craziness is going to work out: a bunch of
thirty-somethings with these healthy young does?"


Jack looked contemplative.


"Well, the little pillow-talk we've had so far tells me Helen doesn't seem to
have a problem with it, and I know Katie is totally obsessed with you. That," he
said, gesturing toward the back of the RV, "is doomed from the start, but you
know Cameron."


They watched the back of the RV, with its occasional shake and bounce, and they
both shook their heads.


"You figure she's as fit as the other two?" Jack asked.


"No doubt," Mike replied. "I think Katie's the one who got them all into shape.
She was talking on the phone to Helen about being several times stronger than
you and to take it easy."


"Yeah, don't I know it? The girl is a titan," Jack said, throwing some sausages
and a foil-wrapped rack of ribs on the grill. "With all the dumpy clothes, I
thought she was the nerdy, out of shape one of the group, but turns out she's
always feeling a bit outshone by her friends. You wouldn't believe what was
hiding under those clothes, Mike! It's like someone asked me what my ideal woman
was and then went out and found her. And hell, I was starting to dig her even
before she took off her clothes... it's a sign, man."


"Yeah, I wouldn't know anything about that," Mike said, and they shared a smile
as Katie came running toward them.


As far from the stadium as her dorm was, she must have sprinted there and back.


"Uh oh, guy talk," Katie said, coming to a stop. "Should I cover my ears?"


"Only if you don't want to be flattered," Mike said, and Katie walked up behind
him and put her huge arms around him. "Jack was just telling me that he was
shocked at Helen's figure."


"You've been flattering me all weekend," she said with a sunny smile. "Why stop
now? And as for Helen, I keep telling her she has to quit hiding her beautiful
body, but she won't listen. Hey, I'm going to go give these to Helen. And trust
me, she's NOT going to be able to hide in these pants."


"Thank you!" Jack said as she walked past, and got a laugh and a squeeze on the
shoulder that nearly dropped him to his knees.


The men watched as Katie's tall, powerful body climbed the steps of the RV,
closing the door behind her. They heard some excited conversation once the door
closed fully, and looked at each other in amusement.


"They're so damn young, aren't they?" Jack said, looking at the girls'
silhouettes hugging in the shaded window.


"Yes they are, Jack," Mike said as he watched Katie pick up Helen as they
hugged. "Yes they are. Glorious, isn't it."


*************


The afternoon went smashingly well, with the two couples drinking as they talked
and ate at the table in the RV. Tammy and Cameron eventually made an appearance,
both unkempt, and Tammy, huge purse slung over her shoulder, immediately asked
to use the shower. She dragged an exhausted-looking Cameron behind her as she
went.


Amused looks were exchanged, and the tailgate continued for another half hour,
when Tammy emerged looking a like she'd just stepped out of a college fan
poster. A university sweatshirt was stretched tightly across her chest, and she
wore a matching skirt in school colors, showing off her seemingly endless legs.
Cameron arrived shortly thereafter, much more presentable, but just as
tired-looking as the other men.


"Welcome back to the land of the living, Cam," Jack said with his characteristic
snarky smile, and Cameron cast a sober look at him. "How's your head?"


"Surprisingly, not bad." he said, "Tammy brought me a beer and it seemed to do
the trick. I think I've had my fill of alcohol for today, though."


"Yeah, you're much more fun when you're sober," Tammy said, smiling warmly, and
Katie and Helen exchanged surprised glances.


Even Jack seemed surprised that there wasn't any haughtiness in her voice. Mike
looked at Cameron, who had put his hand in hers, pulling her to sit down with
him. She sat next to him and he pulled her head close to whisper in her ear. She
smiled lightly and nodded, then sat casually, glancing around as the surprised
looks died away.


"See?" he said, nudging her in the ribs.


"Hmph," she replied, but the grumpy tone wasn't matched by the look on her face.
She appeared more at ease than her friends had seen her in a long time. Mike
noticed her hand closest to Cameron was under the table.


Helen, unable to resist, piped up.


"You really pull that look off, Tammy," she said, waiting for the snotty
response.


"Thanks," she said brightly, and the girls looked at each other again.


"Who are you and what did you do with Tammy?" Katie asked, laughing.


Cameron snorted, and said, "I convinced her to turn off bitch mode for a while.
She's going to try it out and see how it fits."


Mike shook his head at Cameron's ever-present candor.


"Cam, it's a wonder you ever get laid," Jack said, "I swear."


"Jack, I'm sure you were thinking I was a total cunt this afternoon, and I can't
say you were wrong," Tammy said, snickering at his response to her vulgarity.
"Cam's trying to make a nice girl out of me, so I'm going to give it a shot...
for him. I don't know, though, I can feel the bad girl fighting to get out."


"Don###t worry, I'll take care of her," Cameron said, giving her a sly look.


"Oh you will, will you?" she said, and the rest of the friends watched them with
amusement.


Helen turned toward Jack and put her arm around him.


"I###m with Tammy. I'd say, if I'm not mistaken, that the girls at this table have
pretty handily taken care of the guys," Helen said, pulling Jack into her. "What
do you think, Jack?"


Mike looked at Jack, not knowing what his answer would be. He suddenly looked
like he grew an inch, and Mike noticed that Helen's arm around his waist had
easily picked his feet up off the ground. She was holding him on her broad hip
nonchalantly, as if nothing unusual were happening.


"I'd have to agree," he said after a moment, putting his arm around her
shoulders.


"I don't even think I need to say anything to that," Mike agreed, and Katie
pulled him closer. "You, Cam?"


"Oh, I'm totally whipped," he said. "She's like a sex machine. When her thighs
wrapped around me I thought they were going to squeeze the stuffing out of me by
accident!"


Tammy took her hand from under the table and punched him on the arm, and
Cameron's playful "ow" was betrayed when he began discretely rubbing his
shoulder when he thought nobody was looking.


"Ha. See if *you* get any after the game, wise-ass," she said, and started as
Cameron's hand under the table apparently did something to make her jump.


She put her own hand under the table, and the other couples decided to talk
amongst themselves as their playful contact began to escalate. Without warning,
Tammy jumped up and dragged Cameron back to the bedroom again, slamming the
door.


"She's not shy, is she?" Mike asked Katie.


"Not in the time I've ever known her," she replied, her cheeks tinged pink.
"Jack I, um, like your RV. It must have cost a fortune."


"This big monster is Jack's house," Mike responded for him, as he was kissing
Helen, still perched upon her hip. "He has some land, but it looks like an RV
park. His property has a deck and hookups for this thing, and a concrete slab.
Oh, and a mailbox."


"And a shed to store the junk that doesn't fit in here," Jack said, briefly
pulling away from Helen's insistent lips.


"Sounds charming," Helen said, pulling his head back down.


"And I thought we were bad," Katie said in an aside to Mike.


"Honey, I think we're the tame couple by comparison," he said, as they watched
Helen carry Jack off to the front of the RV, pulling a privacy curtain closed
with her free hand.


*************


The Homecoming game was a meat-grinder. Mike's alma mater was fighting a brutal
defensive game with the visitors in the first half, and Katie showed her
frequent ire by jumping up and yelling at the referees, at the players she
called by name, and at the home team coach, who would occasionally cast a
forlorn glance in their direction. There was no name-calling or vulgarity, but
her displeasure at her team's lackluster performance was obvious.


She ended up being displayed several times on the big screen of the scoreboard,
hopping mad, her big chest bouncing around in front of the entire stadium.


"Wow, Katie honey, it's just a game, sweetheart. Sit down," Mike said, pulling
at her to have a seat. As immovable as an army tank, Katie barely seemed to
notice him pulling at her.


"They're making me look bad, Mike," she said, her voice low. "I'm the strength
trainer for a lot of these guys, and they aren't looking nearly as tough as I
know they are. We even went light this week to get ready for the game. Maybe I
should have worked them harder, especially Kevin, number forty-two: he keeps
getting shoved off the line after they snap the ball. I know he can do better. "


She jumped up suddenly, wrenching away from Mike as Kevin was blown off the line
again.


"Come ON, Kevin! All that back work we did this season? You're WAY tougher than
that! Make me proud!" she shouted, and Mike saw the big lineman cast a look
toward them like he was disappointing his family.


He gritted his teeth and got into position, casting one more glance at Katie.


Several of the players sent sheepish looks in their direction. It didn't help
that Katie had the lungs of an opera singer, and that they were right down on
the fifty-yard line, right in the front. Jack had gotten killer tickets for
years.


Mike looked in desperation at Jack, but he was so busy making out with Helen he
didn't even know what quarter it was. When he finally came up for air, he had
just enough time to say, "good game, huh?" before Helen pulled him back into her
ripe curves. She was still wearing her big oversized shirt, but Katie had
selected skin-tight stretch pants, and her prominent lower body was on full
display.


Mike was astounded at the sheer girth of her thighs. He always had big legs and
built them fairly easily, but Helen's legs eclipsed the size of his handily,
despite being a foot shorter. The huge muscles bunched and relaxed as she made
out with Jack, and often pushed into Mike as she sat next to him. Jack's hands
looked positively tiny as he moved over the massive surface of her legs.


Helen caught him looking at one point, and smiled knowingly. She flexed her
thighs, pushing Mike's entire body away from the explosion of size.


"Hundreds of squats," she said, leaning toward Mike. "Katie really had me hit
them hard to keep up with my upper body. I think Jack likes the results."


"What's not to like?" Mike exclaimed. "Your thighs make me jealous. I don't
think I've seen more development on a woman besides Katie!"


"They're awesome, aren't they?" Jack said in an awestruck voice, pulling back
from kissing so far down the neckline of Helen's shirt that Mike could see her
bra and a generous amount of cleavage peeking out from underneath. "But her butt
is in a class by itself. It's like two perfect spheres... you should see it!"


"I'm sure Mike doesn't want to see my butt," Helen said, looking up at Mike, a
blush crossing her face.


"From the looks I saw coming in here today, EVERYONE wants to see your awesome
butt!" Jack said. "Oh come on, stand up so Mike can be as blown away as me."


"Shut up, Jack!" Helen said, blushing furiously. "It's for your eyes only."


"Okay, I'll walk behind you as we go, but I can't cover the whole thing, it's
just too frigging...."


Helen shut Jack up by grabbing him and shoving his head into her shirt.


"I like your lips better in there," she said, and Jack's muffled protests
quickly changed to more kissing.


Mike looked to Katie as she avidly watched the home team's defense sack the
opposing quarterback. Her fist-pump in celebration was accompanied by an
ear-splitting cheer, and Mike looked around for his other friends.


Cameron and Tammy had gone for drinks at least two quarters ago, and had yet to
reappear. Mike had visions of the back of Jack's RV bouncing like one of those
low-rider cars in a rap video and chuckled at the thought, until Katie jumped up
a minute later, this time in elation.


Kevin, the big lineman, had blasted open a hole in the defensive line on the
first play of the offense's possession, and the sleek running back zipped
through.


"Go, Shaunte'! Run hard! Woohoo!" she screamed, leaping to her feet as the
running back streaked down the sideline for a big gain.


Mike watched, increasingly mortified, as Katie appeared again in the middle of
the scoreboard, jumping up and down excitedly. He could see himself slumping
toward the edge of the camera, trying to get out of the frame. He also noticed
many of the men's eyes around him bobbing up and down in time with Katie's
bouncing bosom as she cheered, some watching the screen, some watching Katie
herself.


Katie dropped hard onto the bench, causing Mike and several of the others to
jolt upward from the reverberation. The impact was hard enough to momentarily
separate Jack and Helen, but they were quickly at it again, and Mike noticed
Jack's hands slipping under Helen's coat.


Katie suddenly reached over and gave Mike a crushing hug, all captured on
camera. He watched her massive arms envelop him, and couldn't help but marvel at
their size difference as he watched the screen.


Katie noticed where he was looking and pulled Mike into a passionate kiss. The
hoots and cheers of the crowd grew. As his eyes opened, he noticed Katie was
bright red, but smiling broadly, and he couldn't help but feel her excitement.
He was sure he was as red as her, but all of the shouting, the unbridled
enthusiasm and passion, made Mike love her all the more. It was a small price to
pay for the awesome goddess seated next to him. His awesome goddess.


Cameron and Tammy rejoined them with at the two-minute warning of the fourth
quarter. Where Cameron looked exhausted before, he now looked to be passing out
on his feet as the couple sat down on the other side of Katie. Mike and Cameron
caught each other's eyes, and Cameron gave a weak "thumbs up" to Mike.


The game had become a nail biter, tied six to six, and Mike had taken to moving
hastily when each play ran, as invariably Katie would be on her feet. He got
into it with her, shouting with as much fire, feeling her infectious enthusiasm,
as had most of the spectators around her. They had all taken to clapping her on
the back after good plays, but she had only done it once, to Mike, and nearly
launched him over the fence separating them with the sideline. After that she
settled for hugging him so tightly he felt like his head would pop off his
shoulders.


The game came down to the final play, with the home team in position for a
game-winning field goal, when the play went bad. The defense was able to
penetrate the offensive line after a bad snap, and the kicker, a short, smallish
guy had grabbed the ball and was running.


"Come on Randy! Come on! Keep low, lower body and core! Come on!" Katie shouted
continuously, and screamed excitedly as Randy made his way around the outside of
the jumble of players. Randy, looking like he heard every word Katie bellowed at
him, got low to the ground, crashed hard into the safety... and carried him
backward into the endzone for the win.


Katie was ecstatic and screaming at the top of her lungs. She was over the fence
and heading onto the field before Mike could blink. He watched, amazed, as she
dashed right into the middle of the rowdy team, her shoulders as sizeable as the
players, even in their pads. She grabbed Randy, who was several inches shorter
than her, and hugged him until it looked like he would have trouble breathing.
After letting the dazed Randy go, she jumped and jostled with the rest of the
team as they celebrated their hard-fought victory.


"Helen... HELEN!" Mike said, and she broke away from Jack, looking at him
languidly. "Is she always like this at the games?"


"No, sometimes she gets excited," Helen said, and Mike laughed. "This one was
pretty tame. Once in a while she goes out on the field during the game, and they
have to shoo her off. She's on her best behavior, and I think it's because
you're here. She has the nickname 'Fan Zero', because she's so far beyond number
one fan status. We were ten point underdogs going into this game, so I can just
imagine what she would've been like if you weren't here."


Mike shook his head. Life with her will hardly be normal, he thought to himself.


*************


The post-game celebration was raucous, even by Jack's standards. All of the
couples seemed to have gotten their fill of mauling each other earlier in the
day, and partied hard. Cameron, who was still in the spirit of the partying, if
not the consumption, wisely abstained from the alcohol.


Jack was matching all of his friends drink for drink, and Helen was easily
keeping up with him. They threatened to wipe each other out with their
challenging shots, and Mike marveled: their tolerances were truly titanic.


Katie was the center of attention for the rest of those in attendance; most were
rabid alumni or other college students who came to congratulate her. Most of
them wanted to get pictures, and Katie broke out her "Fan Zero" t-shirt, so
insanely tight that the zero looked like an exaggerated oval that puckered
between her massive boobs.


"I got the nickname back when I was an undergrad," she admitted sheepishly to
Mike, "and I've gotten, well, a little bigger since then."


"In all the right places, Honey," he replied, and she wrenched him off the
ground, kissing him with abandon.


Several of the football players Katie had worked with stopped by to thank her
for getting them into shape. She hugged her trainees like a big sister, patting
them on the back or rubbing them on the shoulder, but she continuously looked at
Mike as she did it and watched his reaction, as if she was afraid to offend him
by coming into contact with the players.


"You're like the secret weapon of the team," Mike remarked when the last of the
players had gone. "I think about half of them stopped by or more."


"I noticed Kevin didn't show up," she said, "but I think he's beating himself up
over me yelling at him. I never act like I did today (Mike scoffed under his
breath as he remembered Helen's admission of Katie's enthusiasm), and I think I
may have made them feel bad. I wish he would come, because I wanted to tell him
how proud I was that he pulled it together in the second half. And Shaunte', he
ran like a madman! He tripled his yards over the first half! It's all that leg
work we did, I know it. I feel like a proud mother hen! The Cougars were top
ranked in our division, but we knocked them out of there!"


"I think Shaunte' may have to find his guts after you squeezed them out of him
when he showed up," Mike laughed, until Katie, who didn't set him down for most
of the evening, gave him a similarly crushing, hug.


"Like that?" she asked coyly, and smiled a naughty smile as she felt the effects
of her hug on Mike's libido.


She laughed and set Mike down, then was swept up in another wave of infectious
celebration of the night's victory. Mike quickly had to hide his excitement as
Katie was whisked away to take more pictures and chant fight songs with other
excited students.


Mike loved to watch her passion, and thrilled at how she flexed her huge arms
involuntarily when she emphasized a point, or pumped a fist in the air. Any act
of exuberance made her fabulous body move in ways that were most erotic to
Mike's eyes, and soon he was feeling the selfish urge to pull her away from her
admiring party-goers.


"Mike," came a voice near his shoulder.


It was Helen.


"I just wanted to tell you about this in case Kevin did show up tonight, so
things didn't get ugly. He probably won't come because he's been in love with
Katie since he was a freshman, and she's never returned his affection. I'm sure
he saw Katie and you on the big screen. I think after she kissed you was when
his game turned around."


"Oh, hell," said Mike. "Katie knows the scoop, right?"


Helen shrugged.


"I don't know," she replied. "She treats them all more like her kids than like
equals. Of course, they aren't equal physically, but I think Kevin always held
out hope. He knew she had dated one or two people on campus before you came
along. I've known her longer than pretty much anyone else on campus, and since
I###ve known her, she###s never had anything serious with others. She's always been
waiting for you. Weird, isn't it?"


"Believe me, it creeped me out when she first laid it on me," Mike said, and
Helen nodded.


"Yeah, I'm sure the 'Big Mike' shoes truly are big ones to fill," Helen said,
then stood on her tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek. "But I think you're up to
it. Just don't try to go toe to toe with her when she's passionate about
something. The Dean of the ES department got in a shouting match with her about
the Old Rec building and ended up dangling by his ankle over the side of the
roof. She held him there with her arm stretched out, shouting stuff like 'See? I
didn't get this strong over in the other exercise building,' until he promised
not to tear down the old Rec. I'm sure Katie will be pissed if she knew I told
you."


Mike thought about it for a moment, then laughed lightly.


"I'd sooner go up against a dozen starving grizzly bears than to antagonize
her," he said. "Hell, she picked up all three of us with one arm! Her shadow is
probably stronger than three of me."


Helen laughed.


"Yeah, probably," she replied, and then looked oddly at Mike. "You said she
picked up all three of you? I'm surprised. She told me she was worried about
showing off too much of her muscle."


"Well, she did beg us a bunch of times to not be afraid or to think she's some
big mean monster," Mike said. "Why, do you think she was going easy on us?"


Mike laughed at his comment, but stopped when he saw Helen's face. He looked
down at her, and the feeling of excitement he had this afternoon in the weight
room began to settle upon him once again.


"You're kidding," he said, bending down to her height. "She looked like she was
really struggling, but then she did five reps from her shoulder like it was
easy. It was like that hard fight in the curl magically disappeared. I thought
something was up, but my brain was telling me the whole thing was impossible, so
I didn't dwell on it."


"If she didn't tell you, I'm not saying a thing," Helen replied. "But I'll tell
you this: Katie specializes in the impossible. Some of the things I've seen her
do--some of the things she's trained ME to do--I would have never thought any of
it was possible before I met her. The first year she talked me into letting her
train me, I was squatting over a thousand pounds!"


Mike looked down at the petite woman.


"A thousand pounds?" he asked, amazed. "Now what are you up to?"


Helen looked down with a look that told Mike she regretted her braggadocio.


"Um, a lot more than that," she said quietly. "Oh, hey Jack!"


They watched Katie reveling with the other students, as Jack walked up, hugging
Helen around the waist.


"Hi stud!" she said, relief in her voice. "We were just talking about Katie's
passion for college football."


"No kidding," he said, squeezing her tightly. "I thought we were going to go
into orbit half the times she landed on the seat next to us. My tailbone is
still sore. I'm surprised I didn't have to pick it out of my teeth."


"You should try living with her," Helen said. "We've been through more
university furniture than you can imagine."


"You sure it was just her?" Jack teased, moving his hands down to her
snug-fitting stretch pants and grabbed her butt. "I could see this thing doing
in some of those seats."


She blushed and moved to pull away, but Jack held on to her hips and she dragged
him several feet before she stopped. Helen, a sexy smile on her lips, shook her
hips forcefully and tossed him off her. She ran, laughing into the RV, with Jack
in hot pursuit.


Mike watched them go, smiling and shaking his head, and felt a pair of gigantic
arms enclose him in their steely grasp. He was pulled into a pair of equally
gigantic breasts, and smelled Katie's perfume as she leaned close.


"They're a great couple, aren't they?" Katie whispered in his ear, nibbling it
after she was done.


"Mmm," Mike said, "yeah, they are. I haven't seen Jack this happy in years. His
wife really did a number on him. She was built a little like Helen, but that's
like saying a canary is a little like an eagle."


"Yeah, she's so built, isn't she? I could see it in her the day I met her,"
Katie said. "I think Jack's going to do wonders for her self-esteem. She used to
bitch about her ass being so big, but she hits the squats harder than anyone
I've ever met short of me. She's got phenomenal leg strength, and you could
break bricks with a sledgehammer over her big bubble butt."


"I'm sure Jack will try, as obsessed as he is," Mike said, then leaned back,
hugging her arms around him. "How about yours? Crack any bricks yourself, sexy?"


Katie laughed, then reached lower on Mike, her hands holding his hips.


"Nope, no bricks," she said, then whispered in his ear, "but with my ass, I'll
bet I could sit on diamonds and have to brush off the dust when I got up."


She snaked her hands lower still, and smiled at the results.


"You've got a gift for tease, my lovely Katie," Mike said as she fondled his
growing shaft.


"Only with you, Mike," she replied. "Most everyone else is scared out of their
wits by me. They must think muscles equal mean or something. It's all the
steroid rumors: I'm sure everyone says I take stuff to get this big. I'll never
convince people otherwise, I'm sure of it."


"Ah, who cares what they think?" Mike said. "I know, and I love you to death,
even when you get really excited at football games."


"I didn't embarrass you, did I?" she asked, concerned. "It's tough for me to
just sit there. They're my guys, you know? I sometimes feel like I'm out there
with them."


"I'm sure you are in spirit, Honey," Mike said as he held tightly to her arms,
loving their incredible bulk and hardness. "They all look up to you... some of
them more than that."


She looked surprised.


"What do you mean?" she asked, and Mike realized she didn't know what he was
talking about.


"Helen filled me in on why she didn't think Kevin would be here tonight," he
said, and felt her arms tighten on him. "It's okay, don't be mad at her. It's
important that it's out there. He is more your age, you know, and if you ever
came to the realization..."


Mike spun like a top as Katie turned him quickly to face her. Her face was
stricken.


"You're not..." she began.


"No, Katie, I'm not saying anything about not wanting to be with you, but I want
you to know that if you ever realize that I'm just too old for you, or begin to
feel uncomfortable, I'll understand."


The look on her face made Mike instantly regret saying anything.


"You do want to be with me, don't you Mike?" she said, her lip quivering.


He pulled her into a strong hug. The feeling of that mighty, hard body made his
heart soar.


"More than anything, Katie!" he said vehemently. "You are everything I've ever
wanted in a woman and more! So much more! I just don't want you to realize that
you made a mistake, if something about me didn't turn out quite the way you had
come to expect in your mind. I would understand, that's all I'm saying. I will
try like hell to make us work. I'll do anything to make you love me, but I'm
just saying that if you realize...."


He couldn't finish his sentence as Katie pulled his arms from around her, then
yanked him forward and pressed his lips hard into hers. She did it so quickly
that Mike's stomach was caught trying to catch up. He melted into her as her
overwhelming power asserted itself effortlessly over him. He felt her hips grind
nearly imperceptibly into his, and her massive chest pushed so hard into him he
had to fight hard not to be bent backward. As her lips left his, her eyes bored
into him, and he felt like she was looking right into his heart.


"Mike, NOTHING will make me stop loving you. Anything that comes between us
won't be there long. I'll see to it."


The words were barely out of her mouth when a high-pitched whine made them look
up in time to see a tiny car hurtling toward them. It was one of those little
Smart Cars, and its spinning wheels couldn't get traction on the dewy grass. The
driver looked drunk, and the car was sliding toward them as it attempted to turn
harder than the grass would allow.


Katie immediately pushed Mike so hard he shot away from her, landing easily ten
feet away and sliding another ten across the wet grass. He heard a sickening
thud, and looked up to see the most amazing sight: Katie had wrapped her massive
arms around the side of the car and dug her feet in, and the car was pushing her
toward the RV. Huge showers of mud sprayed up from where her feet tore into the
ground, and after nearly twenty feet, she and the car came to a standstill, feet
from the RV. The car had smashed into her at probably thirty miles an hour, and
she didn't even seem stunned by the crushing impact!


Katie yanked open the door and wrenched the driver out. Mike was surprised the
door didn't come off in her hand as hard as she pulled at it.


"Dude, what the hell?" she shouted hoisting the startled drunken college kid up
by his shirt.


He was so out of it, he couldn't respond. Katie dropped him unceremoniously in
the mud and pulled the keys out of the ignition.


"You're crazy! You could've killed my boyfriend!" she yelled, and Mike could see
her shaking from the adrenaline rush. "You're too drunk to drive, you idiot!"


Katie suddenly looked startled and turned quickly to look for Mike. She dropped
the car keys as she rushed toward him.


"God, Mike, are you okay?" she shouted, eyes wide in fright, yanking him to his
feet and attempting to brush the huge mass of mud off his back. "I'm so sorry!
Did I hurt you?"


Mike was shaken also, but so turned on he could hardly speak. She had just
CAUGHT a car hurtling toward her and stopped it in its tracks! A freaking car!


"I'm okay, Katie," he said after he collected his wits. "Are YOU okay? That
thing smashed right into you!"


"I'm okay," she said. "I'm so wired right now, I'm shaking like a leaf, but I
don't feel hurt."


Mike checked her over to make sure. As he finished running his hands over her
front, the two heard the sound of the little car###s door slamming. The drunk had
found his keys on the grass and crawled back into his car. Katie turned and ran
up to it, peering down through the windshield.


"What do you think you're doing?" she yelled.


The car's ignition turned over and Katie squatted down, putting her arms around
the front and dug her feet into the soft ground. The little front wheels began
to turn, then spun as their traction was unable to overcome Katie's awesome
strength. Mike approached, and his jaw dropped. She didn't seem to be even
fighting to keep the car in place!


"Mike, can you get that guy out of there?" Katie asked him casually. "He's going
to kill somebody!"


Mike went to the driver's side door, but it was locked.


"Alright, that's it!" Katie growled, and Mike saw the corners of the car's hood
buckle inward around her arms as she tightened her hold on the front of the
vehicle.


With a mighty heave and the tiniest grunt of exertion, Katie lifted with her
back and strong legs, and hiked the entire car off the ground in one swift
motion! She stood tall, holding the front end of the little car in her powerful
arms. The bumper rested against her knees and its sharp nose pointed at the
ground.


###Hey, idiot, stop trying to drive!### Katie shouted, and actually shook the entire
car in her massive arms!


The loud whine of the madly spinning wheels died as the driver, not buckled in,
was thrown into the steering wheel.


Katie trudged forward slowly with the tremendous weight, walking the car several
feet until it was clear of the muddy patch it had dug in the ground. She set the
little car down, rear wheels first as Mike followed her, marveling at the
superhuman feat. She continued to hold the car's front end off the ground so the
drive wheels couldn###t touch.


"What should I do with it, Mike? If I set if down, he's going to drive off!"


She looked worried, but not winded. She really *had* been holding back earlier!


"Tip it over backward," he said, "then the idiot will open up. I'll call the
cops."


"Okay," she replied. "If he doesn't come out, I'm going to rip the door off and
grab him."


Mike got out his cell, as, without a noise, Katie pressed the front end of the
little car high off the ground, then angled it until it was lying on its rear
hatch, its nose pointed toward the sky. Soon the door opened and out the drunk
driver flopped into the wet grass. He got to his feet and tried to stagger away,
but she grabbed the back of his collar and hoisted him off his feet, still
holding the car up with the other hand. The little car dragged across the grass
as Katie leaned over to catch him.


"No way, dude!" she said, holding him away from her. "You're staying right
here."



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